Booming~~
Suddenly, the sky trembled, and the ground quaked as the army of Thunder Country emerged in full force—millions strong, their presence a tidal wave that filled the vast plain. The sea of warriors stretched as far as the eye could see, a black tide so dense it seemed like the very earth was crawling with ants.
In the distance, a lone city stood, surrounded by this unstoppable force. It seemed fragile, on the brink of annihilation, as though the next breath would see it crushed to the dust, leaving not a single stone intact.
"Is this the army of Thunder Country?"
Li Xiao, who had arrived at the border city, stood stunned by the scene. His heart pulsed with urgency—this was the moment when the fate of nations would be decided. He could not, and would not, miss the clash between these two mighty powers.
As he gazed at the imposing army of Thunder Country, his heart tightened with awe. The force before him was not only vast in number but impeccable in discipline, their movements as synchronized as the gears of a well-oiled machine. And it was not merely their numbers that struck fear into his heart—it was the sophistication of their weapons, the gleam of their armor, the terrifying might of their force.
If the combined armies of Tang and Chen states were to rise together, they would be nothing before this unrelenting juggernaut.
The sight was enough to drain the courage from any who dared to oppose it. No wonder the neighboring nations trembled, surrendering at the mere mention of Thunder Country's name.
"They are too strong. Our Tang army cannot stand against this."
Li Xiao heard the murmurs of his soldiers, their faces pale with concern.
"Not only are their numbers greater than ours, but they are stronger too. Every soldier is a bronze-ranked warrior—how can we compare?"
"Their weapons are beyond anything we have. One soldier, with his weapon, could wipe out our entire army. If we fight head-on, defeat is certain."
"Thank the heavens for the protection of Lord God. Without it, surrender would be our only option."
The air was thick with fear and awe. The soldiers of Tang were not fools. The reputation of Thunder Country was more than a whispered legend—it was a terrifying reality. They had heard the rumors, but seeing this force with their own eyes was a revelation.
Indeed, Thunder Country was the true hegemon, its might undeniable.
"But even with Lord God's protection, we must not falter. We must show our valor, lest we lose the favor of the divine and fall from grace."
Li Xiao's voice cut through the murmurs, his tone steely with resolve.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The soldiers nodded, steeling themselves. Their divine protector might shield them, but their own strength and courage would prove their worth. To be seen as weak in the eyes of the gods was a fate far worse than any enemy.
At that very moment, high above, Xia Chuan—mighty and unfathomable—watched all unfold through the eyes of countless believers scattered across the land. The miniature world lay before him, its struggles, its turmoil, all visible within his grasp.
"Truly worthy of a war in the miniature world."
Xia Chuan's voice carried a faint trace of awe as he observed the unfolding chaos below. Millions. A number so vast that it blanketed the plains like a living tide.
If this were the Xuanhuang Star, or the Earth of his past life, even a hundred thousand soldiers clashing would have shaken nations to their core. Armies of millions? That would have been the scale of a world war—entire civilizations drowning in blood, countless lives sacrificed in the madness of conflict.
Yet here, within this miniature world, armies of millions were common fare. Tens of millions clashed like restless waves on the battlefield. And at its extremes? Legions that numbered in the billions, turning the land itself into a writhing sea of warriors.
"It's not surprising, though," Xia Chuan mused, his eyes glimmering with a detached curiosity. The miniature humans were no different from ants, their numbers unending, their reproduction relentless. In this world, the death of millions was little more than a passing storm—a ripple that quickly vanished in the tide of existence.
"Tang Kingdom…" Xia Chuan's gaze sharpened, sweeping across the battlefield. Even without delving deep into the tides of war, he could see the truth at a glance: Tang Kingdom was no match for Thunder Country.
The difference in their national power was vast—an unbridgeable chasm. Thunder Country's military force was a hammer poised to shatter Tang's fragile defenses. Their soldiers stood like a disciplined monolith, weapons gleaming, formations flawless. Compared to such overwhelming might, Tang's forces were as fragile as dry reeds before a storm.
Even without considering Thunder Country's world prop, victory was already assured. This wasn't a war—it was an execution.
"But ultimately, what is all this to me?" Xia Chuan chuckled softly, his voice carrying the weight of a being who stood above it all. "To me, this so-called war is nothing more than a skirmish between ants."
The clash of millions, the fury of nations—it was mere spectacle, irrelevant before his gaze. Like ants battling over scraps of earth, their struggles amounted to nothing in the face of his will. If he so wished, he could crush both sides with a single thought.
And yet, Xia Chuan's eyes flickered with calculation. "But their deaths… that would be a waste."
The fall of Tang would pave the way for Thunder's dominance, and with it, countless lives would be swept into the abyss. But to Xia Chuan, these were not merely lives—they were potential. Believers.
"If Tang can triumph here, the balance will tip in my favor. The Kingdom of Thunder will collapse, its people absorbed into Tang, and then… tens of billions of believers will be mine."
The thought sent a ripple of anticipation through Xia Chuan's heart. Faith was the key—faith was power. With billions of worshippers kneeling before him, their prayers ascending like an eternal tide, his strength would soar to unimaginable heights.
From Bronze to Silver, from Silver to Gold, and then to the Diamond rank—each step fueled by their unwavering devotion.
His gaze turned cold, sharp as a blade drawn in moonlight.